Tuesday, October 16, 2012
What Paranormal Means to Me - Part 1
I'm not really sure why I decided to do a blog post on paranormal experiences but it hit me this morning that I've had many strange happenings during my life. Otherworldly experiences that I'd thought I'd share with everyone.
When I was eleven, my mother moved me and my sister to north Mississippi where my father's family lived. That area of Mississippi is gorgeous at any time of the year but I especially loved it during the Fall. I had always lived in southern Louisiana where there is very little changes in seasons. It's either steamy hot with humidity or too cold because of the dampness. The trees and plants go dormant with very little color.
We moved to Mississippi in the late 60s and stayed there until 1971. My mother put me and my sister in a private academy. They had just opened so the enrollment was small. Mom would take us and pick us up at the end of classes. We'd stand at the top of the hill where the school had been built and watched for her turquoise Chrysler New Yorker to come up the drive. We then would go home to Cuff Hill. It seemed as if being on the top of a hill was normal.
The house was huge in my child's eye. An old white madam presiding over the hill. All the rooms on the first floor, including the kitchen, had ten foot ceilings. It was elegant for that time with crown moldings and wainscot. The type of old house full of character.
Cuff Hill was the birth of my muse. The peaceful quiet, the beautiful seasons, and the discovery of books helped open new wonders for me. Real books with stories and plots and in your face excitement and adventure. I fell in love and at the same time, I opened the door in my mind to my own stories and worlds.
It was also a time of discovering there is more to life than this reality we exist in.
I distinctly remember my first paranormal experience.
One day, I was in my mom's bed. For me it was a secure place where my mother's scent still lingered on the pillow and the warm covers enclosed me. A wonderful haven of peace. That day was either a Saturday or Sunday, I'm not sure which but I do know that it was a day when the entire family was home. My older brother, his wife, and baby son were staying with us at that time. I'm not sure why I was in mom's bed. I don't believe I was sick but I don't remember. Everyone else was in the kitchen. The way the house was built, the kitchen was at the very back left corner and her bedroom was at the front right corner. I could hear them talking in the kitchen as I snuggled under the covers.
I want to say it was cold, possibly late Fall or early Winter. As I lay there, I heard a thump on the staircase. This was followed by another and another as if someone was coming down the stairs with heavy footfalls. I became very still, listening, trying to understand why someone would be up on the second floor when I knew they were in the kitchen.
The steps grew louder and closer to the bottom. They stopped but my heart didn't. It banged against my chest and I was unable to escape from the bed. The door to the attic opened and then slammed shut.
Fear was born in me. The throat closing, pangs across the chest and belly along with the desire to scream in terror type fear.
I lay crunched in a bundle of covers and pillow, hoping to make myself as small as possible. I didn't want to see. I didn't want to know. I'd never experienced anything like this before. Then only a minute or two after the door slammed, my mother came in the room. In tears that this point, I told her what had happened while clinging to her. She sent my brother upstairs and they searched the house but there was nothing there. It was put off as just my imagination but I didn't believe it and I still, to this day, know it was more than imagination.
I have more experiences I will share with over the upcoming Halloween season.
If you have a paranormal experience, please share it with me. I would love to hear about it.